Meet my Son
Each day the kids celebrate with a different theme at the school. I ask, “What was today?” My son says, “Geek day, its like a national holiday for me!”
He goes to class wearing his Darth Vader mask. The teacher says, “Take it off or I’ll write you up.” My son says, in his best Darth Vader impression, “The power to write me up is nothing in comparison to the power to the force.” The teacher chuckles but makes him take it off.
Dude asks, (This is my pet name for him. I used to call him doodlebug.) “Why do teachers assume that I’m asleep just because my head’s on my desk?” I say, “Dude! Why is your head on your desk?” Dude says, “I can’t lift it. My brain is too heavy.”
My son says, “Don’t freak out or make a big deal of it but I’ve noticed a pattern. Every time I really need it, I pray and it works. Every time I pray it works out for me. It happens every time.”
My son says, “I love you mom.”
My doctor says, “You need to find something that makes you laugh and makes you feel better about yourself.”
I say, “Meet my son.”
